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Ugk - Hiside Lyrics

Hiside Song Lyrics
Hiside by Ugk [Pimp C: talking]
Uh no love
Now check this out
b**ches be gettin offended when uh they hear the word b**ch
Well maybe that's cause they b**ches
Know what I'm talkin bout

[Pimp C]
Stankin b**ches say I hiside
Cause I pass by
Don't smoke my f**kin weed wit em
Don't let em sit on my plush crush
Three times gold, I'm a pimp ass nigga
So like a ball is how I roll
And I don't be paradin with them b**ches in the street
Ho is you payin me?
Well if not ain't no need in you thinkin that you gon stay wit me
b**ch I'm a pimp cause that's the way you b**ches force me to be
You say you broke well b**ch you need to stop f**king for free
So when I ride by, I don't give the ho the time
Lil' girl you fine, but you must done lost yo mind
Thinkin you got game
Well b**ch game is my middle name
Suckin on thangs, f**kin for fame
But b**ch you plain Jane
Straight up and down
I hate silly hoes that talk a lot and try to clown
When she know that I know that she done f**ked the whole town
And that I know that she a freak
b**ches say we hiside cause we pass and don't speak

Don't speak, don't speak

b**ches say we hiside cause we pass by and don't speak
I know they wanna freak [x3]

b**ches say we hiside cause we pass by

[Bun B]
Sometimes there be a lot of sh*t I wanna do
But won't do, if I gotta do sh*t in front of you
Oh b**ch don't act like you ain't nosy
I know exactly how you hoes be
Blowzy mad cause I declined when you chose me
But what I need a broke b**ch for?
And how the f**k I look walkin around scratchin yo witch ho?
No keep them crabs keep that cock in that case
Cause b**ch a pussy ain't nothin but my hand wit a face
And any b**ch can take another b**ch place
Now ain't that a foul taste
And it wasn't a f**k it was a waste of my mutherf**kin time
I coulda been somewhere flippin or smokin a dime
These b**ches now a days out of they rabbit ass mind
Ho you gets no sunshine from me just because you fine
I told em I heard it through the grapevine
You ain't nothin but a freak
So now b**ches say we hiside cause we pass by and don't speak

[Chorus]

[Pimp C]
See b**ches in P.A.
Get mad when they see a young nigga
Full of that chronic havin it his way
But them hoes got us f**ked up
The preacher got the clothes and the hoes wit his dick on swoll
Trickin all my people bank roll
I peep that sh*t, I read my Bible at home
Cause I ain't payin for that nigga's wrong
It's time to ride 600, picture me and Bun B
Wit 4 million two drop top gold royces
Now we smokin somethin
Them b**ches tried to set us up, but we
Butt-f**k the D.A, f**k the judge, and f**k the P.A.P.D.
I already gotta deal with the rednecks
And ho ass niggas in this rap game comin with that complex
But b**ch this ain't no f**kin contest
And if it was we won
I'm a trill nigga live my life by the gun
I love smokin swisher sweets
Uh, now f**k them b**ches that say we hiside
Cause we pass by and don't speak

[Pimp C talking and the chorus fades until the end]